Squinting Poem by shimon weinroth

why do you squint sir, to see more clearly,
the sun in my eyes, orb of the heaven blinds
at night time, the other divine body too weak

why then do you go about squinting
to shut out the glare, face up and stare
at what might be happening
shut my eyes to reality,

though, illusions are the bane,
solipsism not on the wane
squinting the modus, a fashion to ignore

you sir, why do you squint
to cut out the sight
of pain, deny the torture and blood shed
of what man is doing to man